i’m tired
of looking upon love with resentment
for what I have failed to be
i’m tired
of online social narcissism
yet like the grossly engaging car crash
i continue to watch with deathly envy
i’m tired
of hactivists who pick on PBS
and stand behind traitors while gold mothers mourn
i’m tired
of lashing out at my innocent children
for not yet learning to be as disgruntled
i’m tired
of being the unwanted house guest
but paying all the rent
i’m tired
of hating,
of wanting,
of being alone in a room full of souls
i’m tired
i should sleep
but even dreams are but remorse for the dawn
cursed to bring more of the same